A Verdict for Love

by Monica Conti

  “No. This won’t do. I have to have you on the couch.”

  Still embracing, they moved to the sofa. Grace was wearing only her sweater with her panties and pumps. She looked wantonly erotic in that moment and it was not lost on Chiara.

  Chiara sat down on the sofa and had Grace stand in front of her. She removed the obstructing panties and told Grace to sit on her lap…facing her with legs open. Grace did so, wearing only her pumps while Chiara was still fully dressed. Chiara spread open Grace’s cunt with her long fingers.

  “So wet,” Chiara murmured softly as she began to finger her. There was a feeling of sin, delight, passion, heart-pounding need between them as she pushed her strong fingers in and out of the younger woman’s cunt. Grace’s sex gave off a lovely slapping sound. Her wetness overwhelmed Chiara.

  Grace moved up and down slowly at first, and then her motion became more heated. Their kisses became more devouring with wet tongues and saliva and passion being passed with their lips. Chiara felt Grace’s sex clenching on her fingers and releasing, clenching and releasing. Grace came so wildly that Chiara had to cover her mouth to keep others from hearing her scream.

  When it was over, Grace continued to sit on her lap facing her with her legs spread open, breathing hard. Chiara could feel the fluttering of the other’s young heart against her chest. She held Grace for a long time that way as neither wanted the moment to end.

  There are times in this life when passion comes and breaks all the rules usually followed. In those moments a person is allowed to peek into something far beyond what they normally experience. This was such a moment for these two beautiful women—one older, one younger. Different women, but as one they shared the exact same desire.

  Almost everyone wants to experience this kind of passion, and because it is such a divine gift, they seldom say no. The consequences simply don’t matter. It is only later that they can even think clearly enough to imagine where to go next or what to do about what has happened.

  Finally, they collected themselves somehow. Chiara kissed Grace softly before she helped her put her skirt back on. She zipped it for her and brushed her hair from her eyes. Chiara softly kissed her on both cheeks, saying,

  “You look so beautiful, Grace…I have to go to court, but I’ll text you as soon as I can, all right?”

  Grace smiled at her and nodded her head in the affirmative. They grasped hands standing face to face and looked deeply into one another’s eyes, feeling the beauty of the moment, holding onto it, not wanting it to end.

  Slowly they walked to the door together. Grace accompanied Chiara out of the office, holding some files and making a show of handing them to her at the elevator doors.

  “Thanks, Grace,” Chiara said with a sweet smile. Their hands touched briefly as she took the files from Grace’s hand.

  Their eyes locked.

  Chiara grudgingly pressed the ‘down’ arrow, the doors shut and Grace returned to her desk dreamily.

  She sat quietly at her desk feeling somehow that she was truly lost in a warm, erotic in-between place somewhere close to sleep and far away from reality.

  The erotic exchanges that Chiara and Grace had shared left a huge impact on both women. In the days that followed, they both had to come to grips with the strong new emotions that had overtaken them.

  Ordinarily, Chiara was totally composed and organized. Yet, after what had happened between them, she became almost clumsy. She spilled her coffee in the midst of an important meeting. She was unable to carry any thought to its conclusion and she had stammered frequently in the same meeting. The other attorneys had caught this sudden change in Chiara and smiled at each other thinking perhaps she was losing her edge.

  When Grace came into the room unexpectedly to deliver an important message Chiara lost her train of thought and her point in mid-sentence,

  “And when the case comes up next week, I will have all of the information needed to….”

  She couldn’t finish what she was saying. Her eyes were on Grace’s beautiful blonde hair and all she could think of was how soft it had felt. She realized suddenly that she was standing in front of her colleagues and tried to regain her composure, but she simply stood helplessly.

  Everyone waited in puzzlement. Thankfully Grace left the room and she was able to finish the presentation and conclude the meeting hastily. After everyone left the conference room, she sat down in her chair and closed her eyes. ‘What is happening to me?’ she asked herself silently, ‘Why am I unable to control my thoughts and feelings?’ She had no ready answer.

  It was as if Chiara was the innocent one without experience in the ways of love and desire. This was certainly not the case. She’d had many lovers during the course of her life, and had on more than one occasion fallen into the lake of desire and been consumed by its waters. But, this was different.

  She felt genuine love for Grace, not just desire. She wanted to be with her all the time, to wake up with her, to smell her perfume and watch her brush her teeth. She wanted to sleep with her, hold her, share a life with her.

  ‘How in the hell is it possible for me to feel this way about a much younger woman so quickly?’ she asked herself in puzzled fashion.

  There was no easy answer to this question, but as surely as the sun had risen, she was in love with this young woman.

  Grace, too, was having difficulty with the aftermath of the shattering sex they had in Chiara’s office that day. She was unsure of who she was anymore. Was she ready to be gay?

  Even though she had balked at the whole idea of marriage and was not about to settle for anything LaGrange had to offer, she had never foreseen anything like this. Such a future would be more than a far cry from the life her parents had hoped she’d lead…a civilized Southern lady with a respectable husband and a house with a garden and a few children. This whole affair with her boss would shock them. Hell, it was something totally foreign to her but its very strangeness made it all the more enticing.

  Grace’s style and attitude had already started transforming, and she probably couldn’t have stopped it even if she wanted to. She started wearing more provocative attire for a start. She began buying sexy lingerie and wearing it regularly under white sweaters or low-cut blouses at work, hoping and praying that Chiara would strip her naked again soon and devour her once more. It was only Chiara’s attention she wanted but the contrast between her innocent, young face and the provocative clothes had a truly devastating impact on everyone who looked at her. She was simply delicious to gaze at.

  Grace felt a growing confidence in herself and an impatience. When a couple of days had passed with no further advance from Chiara she gathered her nerve and a stray folder as a pretext. Inside, she stopped in front of her lover’s desk.

  Chiara looked up and held her hand out for the file. Grace just dropped onto the chair behind her, stared at her boss blatantly and whispered:

  “Touch my sex, Chiara.”

  Her blue eyes went animal-like and hungry at that moment, the look of a beautiful sex-starved animal.

  Chiara couldn’t speak for a moment, and her breath became quicker. The mere sound of that phrase, “Touch my sex,” was enough to almost make her heart race with excitement. She looked at Grace and smiled apologetically. She said,

  “I’m sorry Grace, but I’m not able to go through this with you again. I’m frightened of what it might mean for us both.”

  Rather than being intimidated or put off by this statement, Grace was aroused by it. This time it was she who turned and went to the door, closing and locking it deliberately. It was past five and few people were even in the building any longer.

  She walked with certainty and desire to stand directly in front of Chiara, who continued sitting in her chair. Grace moved in very close to her then, pushing her lover’s knees apart and moving in between them to stand with her breasts almost touching Chiara’s face.

  Neither of the two women spoke. Their desire filled the room and they only understood that thei
r bodies wanted to make love. That is all they knew and all that mattered.

  “We can’t…,” Chiara began.

  But Grace put her fingertips softly on Chiara’s full lips and whispered,

  “Shhhh….It’s okay.”

  She left her two fingers there on Chiara’s lips and Chiara no longer held any illusion that she would refuse her. She parted her lips and took Grace’s fingers deep into her mouth, sucking them erotically and slowly. As she did so, Grace’s body curved into her. Chiara sucked and licked her fingers as she ran her hands up to touch Grace’s nubile yet full breasts.

  Prodded into action, she stood up then and pushed Grace against the desk, telling her to remove her clothes.

  Grace did not hesitate. She quickly unbuttoned her white shirt and exposed her tan torso and beautiful breasts. The shirt fell to the floor. She unbuttoned her skirt and allowed it to fall also. She stood with her ass pressed against the desk in a white lace bra, panties and black pumps. Chiara made her sit on the edge of the desk.

  Chiara went down on her knees in front of her and removed Grace’s panties. Her hands moved back up the legs and touched Grace’s inner thighs tenderly. She kissed her knees and spread the young girl’s legs wide open, wide enough to fully reveal her wet, open sex.

  Pink, folded and swollen…a sweet vision…a dream flowering before Chiara’s eyes. She spread the young woman’s pussy open so she could taste her fully. Like a talented musician, she began to play the music of desire and lust on her partner’s wet core. She made the sounds with her tongue and the pussy responded by singing its own sounds in response. The desire was building. The climax was near.

  Chiara buried her face in Grace’s cunt and sucked and tongue-fucked her so beautifully. Anyone would have been aroused at the sight of her there so elegantly on her knees with this superb, aroused young woman’s legs spread open, her head flung back and her chewed lips reddened by desire. Chiara’s beautiful dark hair was down and covering her face. Her taut body was unmoving but her tongue was relentless.

  Grace’s hands locked around Chiara’s head and she rubbed her pussy hard against her tongue and lips. Suddenly, like a beautiful waterfall, she came so hard, so deep, that the orgasm pounded her, ran over her body, radiating from her sex outward. She fell backward on the desk with her thighs still parted, breathing hard.

  Chiara moved upward and kissed her tummy, her breasts, and then her lips. She was above her, giving her the chance to taste her own cum on Chiara’s lips. Grace made small moaning sounds and licked her dew from the offered mouth.

  They remained close to one another, savoring the satisfaction. At last they moved, realizing that they had to end it though neither of them wanted to do so. They both did their best to feel relaxed so they could leave the office to spend another night apart.

  But neither of them wanted to do that. Grace had a sort of ‘date’ with Alex, the handsome and smart graduate student from Emory. She didn’t have any desire to keep it. They had broken things off a while back but he’d wanted to take her out to celebrate the success she’d been having at the new job. She had only reluctantly agreed and now the very thought of it bored her. She didn’t dare imagine what he would think if he could know what that success had become.

  Chiara had made plans for dinner with several of her friends at a favorite Mexican restaurant but in the after- glow she was no longer interested.

  The erotic entanglement that had consumed the two women was beginning to take over their lives and make the routine and mundane aspects less and less bearable. When the two of them made love it was as though the entire world faded away and all that existed was their bodies, mouths, hands, and hearts. They both resented having to stop and move back into something approaching normality.

  Their delight was in some ways becoming their torment.

  At the end of another hectic week, Grace and Chiara walked out together to the parking deck. Chiara had begun escorting Grace to her car. She gave her a soft kiss on both cheeks and wished her a good night.

  Almost to her own ride, she heard Grace’s little Chevy Cavalier sputtering and refusing to crank. She smiled to herself, remembering how, long ago, she had also struggled with an unreliable set of wheels.

  She didn’t want to embarrass Grace, but she had an immediate desire to take care of her at that moment, so she turned back and tapped at her window, smiling understandingly.

  Grace paused to roll it down, cursing under her breath.

  “Let me give you a lift home, Grace. It’s not a problem at all. Come on. Get your things. We can call the auto shop later and have it towed.”

  “No. No. It’s not necessary,” Grace replied sheepishly.

  “Come on Grace. Don’t be like that.”

  Grace shook her head stubbornly but after a last willful attempt at cranking her sad little car, she gave up and slammed the door as she followed Chiara embarrassedly to a gorgeous 2010 black Saab.

  “Wow!” Grace said as they got inside.

  “Oh, it’s nothing really, Grace. Just a small perk for enduring so much bloody mendacity for all these years.”

  Grace giggled at this.

  Apologizing again for being a bother, Grace directed Chiara toward Decatur and her tiny flat.

  “No bother at all. It will give me a chance to see your place.”

  Hearing this, Grace grew troubled. Her apartment was so small. She feared Chiara might find it plain and unattractive.

  Almost intuitively Chiara soothed Grace’s concerns. Her hand drifted across the console between them and touched her hand, caressing her fingertips. There was such tenderness in the touch as she held Grace’s hand that all worries faded. Chiara’s thumb stroked Grace’s inner palm. She was humming along with an Ella Fitzgerald song playing softly on the radio. There was something so lovely about the way that Chiara touched her at that moment. It made her feel accepted, loved. Thoughts about her small flat and her lack of sophistication were forgotten.

  She motioned Chiara into the parking lot of her apartment complex and they parked outside the small brick building where number 23E was located. As Chiara cut the motor, she reached across and kissed Grace tenderly on the lips.

  “I’m so happy to be visiting your place”

  “Oh, Chiara, it’s not much.”

  They walked together down the little walkway holding hands like lovers do. As they approached the door, Grace said, “It’s really very small, Chiara.”

  Chiara turned Grace toward her and softly kissed her lips to reassure her that it was okay. And with that kiss, Grace felt surer of herself and opened the door.

  Chiara looked around with interest. She saw an immaculately kept flat. It was tastefully, if simply, furnished. A small black futon against the wall with dark cherry wood tables on each end. A lovely glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

  There were old movie posters on the walls framed beautifully in smooth black lines. Rita Hayworth from “Gilda” smoking a cigarette on one wall. Sue Lyon as “Lolita” sucking a lollipop on the other.

  Chiara loved the bohemian feel of the place and appreciated the care if not expense Grace had put into furnishing it.

  Grace gave her a guided tour which lasted all of a few minutes. Once in the small bedroom, Chiara pushed Grace toward the bed, holding her tightly and kissing her along the way. The desire welled up inside of them both quickly with the very first kiss. Their hands sought each other’s bodies ardently and passionately as if the drive had been a mere intermission.

  They fell back onto the coverlet and undressed each other with care and gentleness. Finally, they were alone together, not in the office, but truly alone.

  “It’s about time I got to be naked too.” Chiara said sensually in a whispered tone.

  Grace answered with more kisses. Kisses that grew deeper as their tongues went further than ever before, softly probing and looking to discover every moist secret.

  Grace rose above Chiara, taking her hand and pulling her chin upward to look
at her fully.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, Chiara.”

  Chiara smiled at her. She felt the same, though she was unable to say it before Grace kissed her again.

  Grace was on top of her suddenly then, teasing Chiara with her tongue and moving her beautiful hips as she did so. She became more aggressive as the kisses progressed and she went down to Chiara’s finely sculpted breasts to take one in her hand and the other with her lips. She suckled and pulled at the nipples with her mouth and her fingers.

  Chiara was deeply aroused, muttering, “Madre del Dio. Madre... del…Dio….Grace”

  Grace slid her hand down to find Chiara’s sex waiting, open and wet. She pushed her upper thigh in between and began pumping Chiara. She scarcely understood what she was doing to Chiara. She was being guided by her desires. She did not know the term for this rubbing and pushing with her thigh against Chiara’s pussy, but she was tribbing her with unpracticed ease and great sensuality.

  Chiara began to move in rhythm with Grace’s thigh. She felt the orgasm coming, and Grace felt Chiara pulling and pushing her ass, signaling that she was about to come.

  Chiara pulled Grace’s ass cheeks apart and fingered her pussy and perineum and then quickly inserted a finger into her ass, pushing inside as she reached her peak. The mutuality of it was unexpected but Grace came with her.

  They both screamed loudly as their orgasms rocked them in unison. Their panting and pounding heartbeats the only sounds in their ears afterward.

  Night was falling as they fell apart. Both laughingly agreed that they were starving.

  “Sorry, no foie gras, Chiara”

  “Oh Grace. Don’t be silly. How about a pizza?”

  They called in an order to the Mellow Mushroom and enjoyed a superb meal of pizza and beer in bed as they watched old episodes of ‘Little Britain’ together well into the night, laughing hysterically at the antics of David Walliams and Matt Lucas.

  In the morning they awoke holding each other and watched the sun begin to stream in softly through the bedroom window.